Bones

This always comes in cycles, like water and life and other important things. The first stage lasts maybe 15 days. There’s no numbers or scales and no endless counting and tracking and writing everything down to have something to compare to tomorrow. It’s cakes and sodas and meat and sweets and everything yummy he can get his fat little fingers on. And then that shiny reflective surface comes along, and everything balloons in his mind’s eye. He doesn’t even know why he does this anymore, there's just no point. Here comes the second part; this one last months on end. It’s water and apple slices and orange juice and rice cakes and the taste of bile sticking in the back of his throat just like the taste of smoke.

Atychiphobia is what it’s called. Pocrescophobia.

Panophobia.